I know I’m super late to this, BUT I’d still like to share my thoughts on my reading “goals“ for this year, even if it’s the end of January already. Also, I had to break my few weeks long hiatus on my blog somehow, and what better post is there to do that than this?
If you‘re an observant reader, you might have noticed that I put “goals” in quotation marks in the title. And why is this, you might wonder? Well, I need to reach back a bit to explain this. I created my blog in May of last year, and joined Twitter soon after. So this end of the old year / start of the new year was the first time I experienced the turn of the year in the reading community online, and to be honest, it made feel a bit self-conscious.
So many other book bloggers have set themselves goals in numbers – which, apparently, is a common thing to do in the reading world. And don’t get me wrong, please, I’m not new to reading at all – reading has been a huge part of my life ever since I can remember, and I couldn’t imagine a life without books. After all, I started my blog because of this. And let me tell you something else: I LOVE THE BOOK COMMUNITY ON TWITTER! I’ve made so many great friends and met so many nice people. But belonging to one group doesn’t necessarily mean I have to do everything like everyone else does, right? After all, there isn’t a right or wrong way to do it, right? So many times of asking for affirmation, lol. But this time though, I am sure I know the answer.
I’ve seen so many people set their reading goals to 100, 150 or even more books, and I find these numbers very impressive. But what if I don’t make it? What if I stay way below the number I have set for myself? Or, maybe worst of all, what if I put so much pressure on myself in order to reach my goal that I don’t enjoy reading anymore? These and many more thoughts have occured to me during the last weeks of 2018, which is why I decided against setting a number of books as a goal for me to read in 2019.
I want to read books because I love it, like I always used to. In the second half of 2018, some things happened that made me enjoy reading less, and maybe I’ll write a post about that soon. But for now I just want to read because I love reading, and start enjoy every minute of it again. And if this means I read only two books a month, then so be it. Maybe I’ll read 10, or 50 books in 2019, or 100, I don’t know. By the end of the year, I just want to be able to say that I loved what I did, and even though I might read some books that I don’t enjoy as much as others (that is part of reading too), that is totally fine.
What do you think? Is it ok that I didn’t set myself a proper reading goal this year?
Let me know in the comments! And also, let me know if you did set yourself a goal, I’m very curious!
Thanks for reading!